Rusty Grows Up - Chapter 9
Mowing, more mowing, Peatys pool.
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Rusty Grows Up - Chapter 9
My cell is going crazy with calls about mowing, people want it cutting weekly in peak summer, I'd got it figured I could do a two week rotation but need help now. Smithy's away most of the summer, tanning and fooling around.
We are on a break in Tonk's. Woody is pestering me to go bowling. He wants to show off his wheels, a truck he's been working on with his Pa.
`Man you look so stressed dude, calm down, talk slowly, tell me again why you can't go bowling?'.
`So, I got most houses on Josephine drive signed up and planned a cut them every two weeks. But I hadn't factored in how much the fucking grass grows in California! So most folks want it cutting weekly. I've only got me and my mower. I've tried to do more but there aren't enough hours!',
`Mmm, so you need more capacity, but short term?',
`Yeah, spot on Einstein',
`Well you're looking at him',
`What you, you'd mow for me?',
`Well you ain't aksed me nothing' yet', he beamed at me,
I was going to correct his grammar, I almost blurted out, instead I got down on one knee, looking up at his ample crotch, up his golden treasure trail and tanned physique, to his sculpted abs, which formed a rack when he laughs, up to the deep valley formed by thick pecs each with a suckable raspberry nipple, to his broad neck sat atop broad shoulders and his beaming face. His hands on his hips, thrusting his package toward me.
`Er Woody, old pal of mine, best pal of mine, would you consider teaming up with me over summer to cut Cloverdales lawns and we'll split the cash?'
`I will' he said.
I leapt up and hugged him tight, kissing into his neck, our skin touching skin as I hung from his neck.
`That just leaves the question of what you gonna cut the grass with?',
Tonks came through, `more large compost bags Woody please and Rusty can you refill the annuals, they're flying off the shelves today'
`Mr Tonks, Sir', Woody said,
Heck this is gonna cost me' Tonks laughed out with it boy',
`Well you know that huge mower you got blocking the back store, well can I borrow it to help out a very good friend of mine? Sir',
`Might that pal be Rusty?'
`Yes Sir',
`Never mind the yes sirees',
`It needs a service, but yeah, if she's a runner you can, with my pleasure, that's one less pair of idle hands up to no good over summer',
Woody blushed.
`Great, let's get it set up',
`after you got the compost and loaded the plant trolleys',
We got to it.
Tonks looked at the mower.
`You think you can handle this? It's a broad cut 36" self propelled beast, I can't sell it, everyone wants ride-ons nowadays, s'pose I'd better give it away',
We cheer, `come by for it in the morning, I'll have it ready by say 9am, then you can give it a go'.
We practice on our lawn, I asked Abes Pa if we could store it in his garage,
`Sure can, so long as I get a free cut every week' he says and he tells me the code for the padlock.
I do Abes side and let Woody practice on our side.
It doesn't take much extra time doing Abes plot after doing Ma's Lawn.
Abe just suns himself, bitching about having to move his lounger, ice tinkling in his glass of lemonade as I mow around him, I'm working, he's lazing about, as usual.
Woodys made two scaffold planks into a ramp and we can push the mowers onto the flat bed of his truck and store them overnight at Abes.
Ma says `you might as well sleep here Woody, get an early night and early start',
`Heck thanks Mrs Mason',
`I'll make up the sofa for you',
`Heck there's no need Mrs Mason, me and Kyle can top and tail, can't we Kyle?',
`I guess so', I say, my cock twitching in my short shorts.
`Me and my cousins top and tail all the time when we visit them',
`Well if you're sure', said Ma,
We nodded. We did 4 mire houses that evening, after Woody took me for a drive by Russian River. We sat in the pickup watching the river from the vantage point, the sun starting to set. Kids playing in rafts on the river below and splashing each other in the shallows by the beach.
`Sure looks inviting' Woody says. Looking across at me,
`You hard boy?' He laughs,
`Yep, I am, thinking about topping you tonight!'
`Er I do the topping around here and you get the tailing, might as well practice now',
He breathed in to let me unbutton his cut offs, I undid the fly buttons and opened the flaps wide, the smell hit me, a gush of heat and his musk floated up as I kissed his shaft through his hands, I pulled the elastic over his shaft and under his balls, scrunching the up, he lifted his ass and they fell to his ankles, he kicked them off. His shaft was engorged, turgid, pulsing wanting attention. I dipped down close and took in his aroma, he lifted one cheek off the vinyl seat and let out a tiny fart,
`A present for you' he laughed and reached over to undo my shorts and yank them down,
`There, look at us, two fine specimens',
He got out of the pickup and flexed at me, beaming. I shuffled over the seat and out of the drivers door and stood by him, the view out to the river, the kids playing, the pickup shielding us from the narrow road.
He started to piss, over the edge at the view, I tried to but my hardon was preventing me,
`Relax' he said and he reached out his hand to cup my balls, I closed my eyes and concentrated as he jiggled my nuts gently, out came my flow, I went to say something and he shushed me,
`Let it all out, let it flow' he said, caressing my balls, I opened my eyes and the flow stopped, I shook out of habit, the sun catching the drops as they flew side to side.
We looked at each other and started to jerk off facing each other, he put his other arm on my shoulder, I copied and felt his heat, his breath, smelled his musk as we jerked together. I was watching his back arch, his wonky abs crunch, his knees bend slightly, his arm curl as his hand reached farther around. His arm dropped to my nipple and he brushed it with his thumb, the breaking off, his other hand was on my other nipple, gently squeezing it, his cock bobbing, the head red, the rim dark purple, pulsing, bobbing to his heartbeat.
I copied him, then he bent low and sucked my nip whilst tweaking the other. I cupped his balls and jiggled them, feeling the weight, weighing them up, his hot hairy balls in my palm, I gripped and he broke off laughing,
`Careful dude, no squeezing the produce before you buy',
He put his left arm on my shoulder, pulling me closer and I copied him. He resumed jerking, slowly, I was soon in sync, watching his face, his eyes dancing as he got a jolt of pleasure then slowing down together, building up pace, my glancing down to watch his abs crunch, his pecs flex, his hand blur on the fast strokes.
`Easy' I say and we slow down again, trying to get off the boil.
I smiled and licked my lips, and watched his face contort as I felt and heard his primary spurt hit my body, I followed, tipped over the edge by his cum face and I splattered his left pec, my juice running down his valley and dripping off his raspberry nipple.
`Fuck' he said and turned putting his hands on his hips, staring out at the view as we spurted our jizz out, over the edge and the ravine our jets caught bright white in the sun.
I held my cock after a couple of spurts and jerked thexslimy cum dribbles over the frenulum to get the maximum feeling, watching Woodys abs contort as he too jerked himself until we were both spraying dust, flexing wildly as the sensitivity grew.
We were done.
He wiped up my cum on his Hanes and out them on,
`They'll soon dry in this heat', he says and buttons up his cut offs and jumps in the drivers seat. I licked up his cum on my fingers and put on my Hanes and shorts as hectattledcalong the track back to the road and we were off. Back to Ma's for a beef chilli beef and garlic bread. Then we wash the dishes and get to bed.
I watched him take a piss and brush his teeth, he kept cocking a grin at me, I threw him a pair of pyjamas,
`Really' he said
`Well just the top, I need access'
I said as I spat my toothpaste out. We clambered in my bed, the springs groaned at the weight, we faced each other and kissed.
I shouted g'night Ma' and got a good night' back.
Woody turned 180 in the bed, curled up, his face by my cock and his legs on my pillow.
I curled and buried my face into his groin, his soft cock responding, that musk of his is intoxicating.
I was surprised when he started sucking my dick, I reciprocated and gently brought him off, I came shortly after. He even swallowed, I made no comment, just caressed his hair.
`G'night Rusty' he whispered,
`G'night Woody', I replied.
We pushed our heads out of the sheet and slept head to toe.
We were up and away before mom could grill us on the sleeping arrangements.
Woody is a great asset. The punters love him, he does the same routine as me, he's shirtless all day, wearing short cut-offs, and stops for a moment and dowses himself with the water bottle, then dries on the skimpy towel he knows all eyes are on him, he might adjust his crotch momentarily then get back down to empty grass box or starting the mower, bent, archer like, pulling the cord wuickly.
Folks love watching us mowing, getting all sweaty.
Mr Peaty at number 24 says we can use his pool if we like, so we plan to make his the last stop.
We open his gate and call, no answer, his cars gone, he must've gone out.
We cut his lawns. Woody does the middles and I go around with the smaller mover cutting the edges.
We'e soon done and loading the mowers when Mr Peaty returns. He pays us and gives us a generous tip.
`Thank you Sir' we say almost in unison.
`This your last call?,
We nod.
`Well boys I think you've earned a swim and a cool off, just change and jump right on in',
Scoot' Woody says we ain't brought trunks',
`Well it's very private, just er drop em and dive on in, I'll be in the kitchen, I don't mind at all, since Cynthia passed I'm on my own, seeing you two splash about will lift my er sprits'.
We looked at each other as he walked away,
`What you reckon partner?' Woody says in a cowboy drawl.
`Dunno, he ain't joining us and look at the height of the hedge, no one's gonna see us'
The pool shimmered in the breeze, the sun beating down. I felt hot and sticky, my cock stuck to my ballsack that's stuck to my thigh in the tight sweaty cutoffs.
I dropped mine and hollered running like a crazy guy, arms waving, knees striding high over the lawn and straight into the water. I see Woodys nuts and prick hanging, fly above me as he dives over me, barely breaking the water. He surfaces, we laugh and wrassle in the shallows then without a victor we fell back and floated on our backs, relaxing, quietly pulsing the water to move and counteract the water pump, feeling the sun on our fronts, cooling water occasionally rippling over our abs.
We surfaced dive in the deep end for a coin wec found and tiring of that we surface dived and hugged underwater kissing, letting our bubbles of breath rise, silver against the blue tiles. Without air now we push from the bottom and rise to the surface, gasping.
We walk out at the shallow end, up the tiled steps as Mr Peaty is walking down the lawn holding a blue and a green towel. He looks admiringly at us, our fit tanned bodies glistening, soft cocks swaying, still a little aroused after the wrassling and hugging.
`Here take these',
He put the towels on a lounger,
`when you're done store them in the hooks in the pump house, that way they're always there for you if you want a swim. Don't bother with a suit, I never do.'.
`Thanks Mr Peaty we say', butt naked and dripping wet. He walks back and we each grab a towel.
He turns and says,
`come earlier next time and you can get the sun to those two pale asses',
`Sure Will Mr Peaty' Woody calls.
`If I'm out, don't worry, just come in',
`Sure thing' I shout.
Woody says, `tanning our asses is a great idea, we can maybe plan the route to stop by his for lunch, get an hours tanning in, then come back for a swim, I don't mind if he's perving over us, it's no more than coach does and half of the customers for that matter'.
`Yeah and I get to see more of that cock of yours'
`Now whose perving?' He says.
I pull a face at him like a rabbit gnawing at a carrot, scrunching up my nose.
We drive back and help Ma in the garden, Woodys got some trays of annuals that were damaged from Tonks and he plants them and waters them in.
`They'll soon recover', he says looking at the plants all bedded in.
`Creep' I whisper
`You get more by licking than kicking' he says and winks.
`Yes Mrs Mason, I'll get more water', he shouts.
We sit in the shade admiring our handiwork, Ma calls supper and we walk in brothers in arms and fill on pasta and more pasta. Then clear up and bed.
We had our routine now, up early, no need for a shower, easy oats and honey, I make a pack up lunch whilst Woody loads up the truck and we are off, ticking the houses off. We stop by Peatys place and strip, maybe a quick cool off swim or duck under his patio shower then sun our asses off, eat lunch in the truck and do another street, then back to Peatys for four.
Today we interrupt him, he's swimming lengths, we hover,
`Come on in' he says, don't mind me.
Peatys about 45, he's kept himself in good shape, his dong is almost to his knees, his ballsack is not far off. He's what they call salt n pepper, I think. He climbs out and gets a ball from pool house,
We jump in and swim, he says let's throw a ball about. We stand in the shallows and Peaty in the deeper water, he's getting a good eyeful of us, the side gate opens and in walks a guy, he's built, in blue overalls,
`What a bitch of a day' the guy says, stripping off, he turns and sees us.
`Hi Uncle Wayne' says Woody,
`My you've grown' he says and laughs,
Woody is embarrassed at his nakedness and throws the ball hard at Wayne who leaps and catches it, his ample junk flying.
I'll just take a shower, he throws the ball back and we continue as he and rinses off the dirt of the day, then joins us, giving Woody a hug and the Peaty shaking my hand.
`Oh so you're the punk that took Windsor Highs title, we were all sick of reading and hearing him on the radio challenging schools to get it.'
Wayne held out to shake my hand. Is he gonna pull a stunt? I guess he is, so I hold out my arm and before we shake I trip him, then grab his hand and curl it up his back.
He taps and I release,
`Good move son, I expect Woody here taught ya that',
`Yeah he knows some good moves'
`Yeah he's a cheating bastard alright'
We play ball and wrassle a little, my swapping with Wayne and Woody with Peaty.
Wayne is very handy, he's all over my body, a grip here, a feel there. I have to be very Wiley, but luckily for me I'm so flexible I can wriggle out of most situations that he can only suffer in, tapping for release.
We shower off together, then lay back catching the sun, drying off.
We dress and leave Wayne and Peaty together.
Shit', Woodys says, I got a slow puncture',
Wayne hears and slips on his overalls and meets us by the truck. `I can pump it up now but bring it around the garage in the morning, first thing mind'.
His electric compressor soon has it pumped up and we drive home.
`So Wayne has the tire place on the Boulevard',
`Yep, that's my Ma's brother, he's never married so no cousins on Ma's side'.
We pass the summer working. The same routine, tanning and swimming at Peatys with Wayne often calling in. Our tan lines gone mostly, just a graduation to our asses that obviously haven't had as much sun!
We've earned a stash. Woodys gonna buy a newer truck, a double cab, more space for `laying out' he says winking.
I'm putting my stash into my college fund.
Ma says I oughta drive, so Tonks is taking me out on my permit, he's very patient, he says I'm a fast learner, he reaches around me a lot, checking the auto settings, making sure I'm in Drive and not reverse. His hands rest on my knees or he grips my thighs as he gets out of the car. I kinda like it, Tonks is good to me, seems to be always watching out for me.
I think of Pa, how he'd have been right now, proud of his son? Yeah I think he'd be proud of me. Woodys snoring, I flick his head with my foot and he turns, farts and I fall asleep, smiling.
TBC